25. A Little Hat
Chapter twenty-five
A Little Hat
Kira
“ N ext time you want me to be your chauffeur, cousin, you need to get me a little hat,” Dairo said from the driver’s seat as Eoghan and I sat in the back, our arms around each other.
Eoghan was a good kisser. He had taken my mouth in his in such a possessive way that I melted into him. There was something so traditional about how it all felt - the aisle, the piano music as I walked to him. The vows…
It was all so real. Because it was real.
The thought cut through my brain, making me almost stiffen in his arms. I didn't know what was real anymore.
I had spent so long pretending to be someone else, that I didn’t even know who, or what, I was anymore. Everything I was, was built on a lie.
The vows weren’t a lie. You meant every fucking word.
I did stiffen then, almost lurching out of his arms.
He held on tighter, his hand on my shoulder pulling me in.
“Dairo, put up the divider,” he commanded, his breath so close that it sent heat over my ear.
“Fuck you. I’m not your servant.”
“As you wish,” Eoghan chuckled as he leaned in, taking my ear between his teeth. I relaxed into him, enjoying the warm shiver that went up my spine. “Mrs. Green, do you consent to having my lips between your thighs as…”
“Oh, fuck off,” Dairo said, as I heard the whirr of the divider going up.
Despite his threats, and his wandering hands, he did not, in fact, dive between my thighs as he had promised.
But God, I wanted him to.
I pulled away, tilting my head up, trying to regain my breath.
He had too much power over me. I couldn’t let him take over my body the way he was. I needed to keep my head on straight. I had to remember who I was, and… and..
“What are you thinking, love?” Eoghan said, his hand not straying from my breast, as the other pulled a strand of hair over the ear he was seducing with his warm mouth. “Why is my bride pulling away from me?”
“It just… all feels so…” I moaned, as his strong fingers pinched my nipple through the dress. I enjoyed the slight stab of pain.
“Feels so…?” he prompted when I didn’t finish my thought.
“Sudden,” I said, between gasps.
“It is sudden.” He licked a trail from my ear, down to the curve of my neck. “But that doesn’t make it rushed. I have never been more certain of anything. You were meant to be mine, and mine alone.”
I whimpered as his hand lifted from my breast, and I so desperately wanted it back. But instead, he wrapped that hand around my throat, not to threaten me, but to hold me close. To pull me into him even more. It was possessive, but not cruel. I wanted him to tighten his hand and steal my air, to possess such an essential function of me.
Because he already owns my heartbeat.
“I still don’t understand why you want me,” I confessed, as his hand left my throat, lightly grazing over my clavicle, down the bare skin of my cleavage, before delving under the bodice of my dress to cup a breast properly. “You’re Eoghan Green. You could have anyone.”
I moaned into his touch, wishing more than anything that we could be alone now, our skins touching, and our bodies intertwined.
“I don’t need just anyone,” he whispered, as his hand massaged my breast. “I want you. I am singularly infatuated with you, and only you, Mrs. Kira Green.”
I shuddered at that name. It even sounded right.
That sense of fate overcame me, with that slight feeling of foreboding. As though I had no control over my own destiny.
“I am yours, and you are mine,” he said, his words sending a shiver down my body to my core, that clenched with the need to be joined with him. To be joined in the very, very biblical sense of it. “You are blood of my blood. From now, until my life is done, I will never have another.”
That vow did something to me. I didn’t know where it came from, or what the hell it was about. But I liked it. I wanted it. I wanted the insane depth and possession that it all embodied.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked, as the city gave way to suburbs, and then the suburbs gave way to woods, and countryside.
“Mourningkill,” he whispered into my hair.
“Oh? What’s in Mourningkill?” He planted a kiss on my bare shoulder, nibbling on the skin there.
“Home. Though not right away. I’ll be taking you to a little country house, so we can be well and truly married, before I take you to meet my father.”
His head almost lowered, as if he was bowing in resignation. But that couldn’t be right. Men like Eoghan did not bow.
“There’s lots we must discuss, but… not now.” He nuzzled his way into my neck. “Not tonight.”
I groaned. “It’s almost morning.”
“It’s morning on our honeymoon, Mrs. Kira Green.”
His hand reached down my skirt, tracing it above my thigh until he reached the hem. Then his hand took the same journey, but this time along my bare skin, dragging my skirt up with the movement: from my ankle, up my calf and to my thigh until he cupped my bare ass in his palm.
One of my legs was naked, open, and waiting for him. He looked down at my skin, and smirked.
“Oh dear, Mrs. Green,” he said in that deep seductive voice. “It appears you’ve forgotten your underwear.”
I groaned, and flushed with embarrassment, but he didn’t give me time to process. Not when he came down to his knees on the floor in front of me, and kissed his way from my knee, up my inner thigh, to the bare - and now waxed - pussy that was as soft as silk.
I blushed as he looked at me, his mouth open.
He looked pleased, but a small - very small - part of me wondered if he was seeing something he didn’t like. I was a very, very average woman, by purely physical standards. I had cellulite, and tan lines. I had wrinkles and pouches in places that weren’t fashionable.
I didn’t wear underwear because, unlike the models who had walked my dress down a runway, my underwear left lines on my soft skin, with its layer of fat. I wasn’t made of marble like Eoghan. My arms and body weren’t taut and sinewy. I was made of skin, and flesh, and meat.
But if I was right, then he didn’t mind at all. He… he liked what he saw. Right?
I waited, my heart in my throat.
“Fuck,” he said in a low breath. “If I had known this was underneath your little dresses, I would have done more than steal a kiss.”
He dove in with reckless abandon, pulling me towards him by the thighs his tongue fucking me as if he had a right to it. He wasn’t doing it to get me ready for him. He didn’t do it so that I would be willing to fuck him afterwards. He did it to explore, and own. He got pleasure from it.
I moaned and bucked against his lips, and his eyes flashed with a lust that made me smolder.
I would burn into ash if he kept going, his hands tightening around my thighs.
He moaned against my core, and I felt it vibrate all the way up to my taut nipples that were desperate to break free from the constraints of my bodice.
He was unrelenting, desperate, consuming. His soft tongue fucked me hard and I was at my breaking point.
“Eoghan, I…” I wanted him to stop, while simultaneously craving more.
It was absolutely filthy, being in the backseat of a car, with another person right on the other side of a divider who knew exactly what we were up to.
Eoghan moaned into my pussy right as I came, the vibrations of his voice sending extra jolts through my body. He didn’t stop right away. He didn't pull away but kept on licking and nipping at my skin, as if he wanted to taste every bit of my orgasm, and I was too spent to care.
My head was swimming with all the sensations he had ripped from me. When he righted my dress and crawled up my body to plant a deep, loving kiss on my mouth, I was ready to die of ecstasy. And it wasn’t just the immense pleasure that my body couldn’t contain. It was so much more.
It was the fact that in the silence of our passion, we had shared a completely honest moment that I knew we’d never have again. I would never be able to tell him who I truly was.
He didn’t know Kira Green any more than he did Kira Kekoa, and he never would.